Understanding. Even after three years with Iona, his dearest and...only true friend, really, it was something he never expected and rarely prepared for. He realized he could be over the top sometimes, but it would never occur to him his theatrics were due to a need to be noticed, coveted, due to a lack of it in his youth. Psychological studies were a few hundreds years in the future of Thedas, if it survived that long, after all.
"His friend told him, and...Magnus is a man who cares, deeply, about everything." It was one of the things Dorian adored about him, after all. It was very...Tevene. They loved, hated, despaired with everything they were. It was a matter of cultural pride, and he'd found that level of passion in a man from another world, a man who called him in the middle of the night to ask how he was, who smiled when he walked into a room, and then he remembered nothing. Until Taako had told him. "He found me, and apologized." He shook his head. "As though his forgetting were somehow his fault, and now...I sometimes wonder if he wishes to see me simply out of guilt or some...misguided sense of responsibility. That would suit him."
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"His friend told him, and...Magnus is a man who cares, deeply, about everything." It was one of the things Dorian adored about him, after all. It was very...Tevene. They loved, hated, despaired with everything they were. It was a matter of cultural pride, and he'd found that level of passion in a man from another world, a man who called him in the middle of the night to ask how he was, who smiled when he walked into a room, and then he remembered nothing. Until Taako had told him. "He found me, and apologized." He shook his head. "As though his forgetting were somehow his fault, and now...I sometimes wonder if he wishes to see me simply out of guilt or some...misguided sense of responsibility. That would suit him."